Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Estonia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing DJ Style to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
the Soft Cell,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Sheep,
The Barracudas,
Iggy Pop,
Minor Threat,
E-Dancer,
The Sonics,
The Birthday Party,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Monochrome Set,
Big Daddy Kane,
MDC,
Deepchord,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pantaleimon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Matthew Bourne,
Monolake,
Pantytec,
Jacob Miller,
New Age Steppers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
H. Thieme,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nico,
Darondo,
Moby Grape,
The Monks,
The Stooges,
MC5,
The Beau Brummels,
Lindisfarne,
Public Image Ltd.,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Pus,
Gil Scott Heron,
The J.B.'s,
Television Personalities,
Eric Copeland,
Patti Smith,
Hashim,
Model 500,
Dave Gahan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Con Funk Shun,
Glambeats Corp.,
Anakelly,
Cheater Slicks,
Stereo Dub,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Funkadelic,
Bob Dylan,
Joyce Sims,
Animal Collective,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.